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Transcribed by: Jeremy Thompson -send comments and corrections to-n.c. = no chord (i.e., single notes played) -when (n.c.) notes and (chords) are presented together within slashes (/), it indicates they are occurring at the same time. If the guitarist is unaccompanied, he will have to decide which set of notes to play. E / Em Bm G Em F# With a handful of backhanders Bm G Em F# And a bevy of beauty Bm G Em F# Going off-limits, going off duty Bm G Em F# G Going off the rails, going off with booty [G] Em The tell-tales of fiction found on all the criminal types Bm G Em F# Lead to a higher ranking man Bm G Em F# Or a face within red stripes B F# The boys next door B F# The mums and dads B F# New-weds and nearly-deads B F# Have you ever been had B (n.c.) B-E-D#-C# / (chord) F#-F#-F#-F#-F#-F# In Clubland? B (n.c.) B-E-D#-C# / (chord) F#-F#-F#-F#-F#-F# In Clubland? Bm G Em F# There's a piece in someone's pocket Bm G Em F# To do the dirty work Bm G Em F# You've come to shoot the pony Bm G Em F# They've come to do the jerk G Em They lead 'em halfway to paradise; they leave you halfway to bliss Bm G Em F# The ladies' invitation Bm G Em F# Never seemed like this B F# The boys next door B F# The mums and dads B F# New-weds and nearly-deads B F# Have you ever been had B (n.c.) B-E-D#-C# / (chord) F#-F#-F#-F#-F#-F# In Clubland? B (n.c.) B-E-D#-C# / (chord) F#-F#-F#-F#-F#-F# In Clubland? Em / (n.c.) D#-C#-B (chord) B / (*see below) G / F# / B A G F# D E D E The long arm of the law slides up the outskirts of town B A G F# D E D E Meanwhile in Clubland they are ready to pull them down... hey! Bm / (n.c.) E-D-C# (chord) G / (n.c.) B-A-B (chord) F# / Bm / G G-G F# F#-F# Bm / G F# Bm / G F# Bm G Em F# The right to work is traded in Bm G Em F# For the right to refuse admission Bm G Em F# Don't pass out now-there's no refund Bm G Em F# Did you find out what you were missing? G Em The crowd is taking forty winks, minus ten percent Bm G Em F# You barely get required sleep Bm G Em F# G To go lingering with contentment [G] Em (n.c.) E-F#-G-A-B-B Thursday to Saturday, money's gone already Bm G Em F# Some things come in common these days Bm G Em F# Your hands and work aren't steady B F# The boys next door B F# The mums and dads B F# New-weds and nearly-deads B F# Have you ever been had B (n.c.) B-E-D#-C# / (chord) F#-F#-F#-F#-F#-F# In Clubland? B (n.c.) B-E-D#-C# / (chord) F#-F#-F#-F#-F#-F# In Clubland? B (n.c.) B-E-D#-C# / (chord) F#-F#-F#-F#-F#-F# In Clubland? B (n.c.) B-E-D#-C# / (chord) F#-F#-F#-F#-F#-F# In Clubland? Em / Bm --- * the section before the middle (which begins "The long arm of the law...") finishes with Elvis playing jagged three-note phrases high on the guitar neck. Here they are (each measure counts twice): G F# E|--9--9---9--9---9--9---9--9---|-9--9---9--9---9--9---9--9----| B|--8--8---8--8---8--8---8--8---|-7--7---7--7---7--7---7--7----| G|--9--9---9--9---9--9---9--9---|-9--9---9--9---9--9---9--9----| D|------------------------------|------------------------------| A|------------------------------|------------------------------| E|------------------------------|------------------------------|
From: michael@magick.net (michael p mccullough) define: n.c. = no chord Comment: This song, because of the rhythmic nature and paucity of chord changes, might not work well as a piece for singer and solo guitar. INTRO: A G A G A G A G A I won't walk with my head bowed (Be on) Beyond caution where lovers walk My love walks where three's a crowd A G A G A G Beyond caution where lovers walk A Lovers walk, lovers scramble Beyond caution where the lovers walk Lovers step, shuffle and gamble A G A G A G Beyond caution where lovers walk A Lovers trip, lovers stumble Lovers dip, lovers fumble Lovers lip where love has crumbled A G A G A G Beyond caution where lovers walk n.c. Lovers strut, lovers stroll, lovers leap Lovers late, lovers wait Making promises that they can't keep Lovers link up arm and arm Lovers slink up, lovers charm Lovers drink up and come to harm A G A G A G Beyond caution where lovers walk A Love is gone and it's no one's fault Love has stopped here, lovers halt Lovers don't walk, lovers run Will you look what love has done Will you look what love has done Will you look what love has done A G A G A G Beyond caution where lovers walk A A G A G A G Now love's limping on a lover's crutch A Looking for a hand with a personal touch A A G A G A G Beyond caution where lovers walk
From: michael@magick.net (michael p mccullough) define: Fadd9 = 303211 Dm7 = XX0211 INTRO: Bm G C B Fadd9 G A Bm A D You need protection from the physical art of conversation A Bm A D Though the fist is mightier than the lip, it adds the aggravation Bridge and Chorus: Bm G I got the password C Am I got persuasion F Am F Am A proposition for invasion of your privacy F Dm7 C Give yourself away and find the fake in me A You'll never be a man D E A D A No matter how many foreign bodies you can take A D A You'll never be a man A D A When you're half a woman and you're half awake Bm7 A (1) With a face full of tears and a chemical shake (2) Under the table with a chemical shake D Given half a chance, that I can take F C Are you so superior, are you in such pain Dm7 C Are you made out of porcelain? F C When they made you they broke the cast Dm7 G Don't wanna be first, I just want to last A Bm A D You strike a profile on the low side of my imagination A Bm A D My eyes climbed down to find the point of possible saturation (Bridge and Chorus)
From: michael@magick.net (michael p mccullough) Note: This song was recorded in the key of F major, but I transposed it to Gmajor. I am just more used to the chords in G. For the original key of F version please refer to the songbook. Also, I am not the world's finest transposer, so let me know what what mistakes you find! thanks, m. G I ask you nicely D Em F C Get my face slapped under wraps G What's going on precisely D Em Is there something wrong perhaps? C D7 G Surprise, surprise (surprise, surprise) D C D7 G D Em D It's more like a booby trap than a booby prize G D Em F C Civil disobedience from a soldier with a dirty rifle G D Em You're loosening all the screws that hold the hinges of my life C D7 G Fat cats and army brats C D7 G D Em F C Hep cats in dog tag pawing over girly mags CHORUS: G F Bm C#m D E6 Pretty words don't mean much anymore G Bb Em F#m I don't mean to be mean much anymore G C All I see are snapshots, bigshots, tender spots (1) mug shots, machine slots (2) machine slots, mug shots 'Till you don't know what's what Em F C You don't know what you got G D Em F C Curious women running after curious men G Curiosity didn't kill the cat D Em It was a poisoned pen C D7 G D But there's not much choice (it's Hobson's choice) C D7 G D Em D Between a cruel mouth and a jealous voice G Got back to London D Em Picked a paper from the man G No words of consolation D Em Just cartoons and titter tatter C D7 G Well well, fancy that C D7 G C Millions murdered for a kiss me quick hat G No backbone, blood and guts D Em F Better keep your big mouth shut (Chorus) F C G You don't know what you got . . . .
From: michael@magick.net (michael p mccullough) INTRO: G C G C G C G C G There's a hand on a wire that leads to my mouth I can hear you knocking but I'm not coming out C Don't want to be a puppet or a ventriloquist G 'Cause there's no ventilation on a critical list D C Fingers creeping up my spine are not mine to resist G Strict time CHORUS: D Toughen up, toughen up C Keep your lip buttoned up G Strict time G Oh the muscles flex and the fingers curl And a cold sweat breaks out on the sweater girl Strict time C Oh he's all hands, don't touch that dial The courting cold wars weekend witch trial G Strict time D C All the boys are straight laced and the girls are frigid G The talk is two-faced and the rules are rigid 'cause it's strict time Strict time (chorus) G You talk in hushed tones, I talk in lush tones Try to look Italian through the musical Valium Strict time C Thinking of grand larceny D Smoking the everlasting cigarette of chastity Cute assistants staying alive C G More like a hand job than the hand jive Strict time Chorus
From: michael@magick.net (michael p mccullough) n.c. B7 Dressed up like a dog's dinner Butter wouldn't melt in your mouth If this is a dog's life Then you're the cat's clothes They hire out your sons And hire out your daughters The man from abroad says he's already bought her And now you look like a lover but you're only a tourist CHORUS: Em Bm You're either talking or yawning A B You didn't listen to a thing you heard Em B A B7 Don't start your morning moaning or you might wake up in Luxembourg B7 You get over You're worried by her body She's worryin' about her bodily odour You pull off The pull over You say that you love her when you really loathe her Serves you right now she wants you to feed her and clothe her (chorus) BRIDGE: F# Bm They're smiling sweetly while they're looking daggers F# Bm Kick you where it really matters F# Bm Send all your friends to Coventry F# Bm E And look for your name in last night's obituaries B7 If you've got the Deutschmarks If you've got the Yen, then You get the shirt off her back and the clock off Big Ben Somebody's soft touch Struck all these bargains In the drinking clubs with the council men making plans to put lead back in their pencils again Chorus
Tabbed by: michael@magick.net (michael p mccullough) INTRO: C F Em C F G (repeat) C F Em C F Cm 1.)Don't say a word, don't say anything 2.)Ev'ry day is full of fun, and 3.)Ev'ry night go out full of C F Em C F G 1.)Don't say a word, I'm not even listening 2.) family spies, they're making heroes 3.)carnival desires end up in the C Dm Em 1.)I read in the papers about their escape 2.)out of fall guys they say it's good 3.)closing time choirs when you're F C Em F C F Em C 1.)They're just two bit of kids from a bunch of so-ur grapes 2.)for business from Singapore to Widnes F C Dm Em F 3.)kicking in the car chrome And you're drinking down the Eau de Cologne C Dm Em F C F Em C 3.{cont.})And you're spitting out the Kodachrome C F G C F Em C F G 1,2,3.)You better watch your step C Bm Am F Watch who's knocking on your front door C Bm Now you know that they're watching Am F What are you waiting for? C Bm Think you're young and original Am F C F Em Get out before... C F G C F Em C F G They get to watch your step C Bm Am F Broken noses hung up on the wall C Bm Am F Back slapping drinkers cheer the heavy weight brawl C Bm Am F C F Em So punch drunk they don't understand at all C F G You better watch your step INSTRUMENTAL Am F Em C G F Em Dm G C Bb F C Bm Bye Am F I send you all my regards C Bm You're so tough Am F You're so hard C Bm Am F G C Listen to the hammers falling in the breaker's yard C F G C You better watch your step You better watch your step Ooh, watch your step
From: michael@magick.net (michael p mccullough) C Bad lovers face to face in the morning Am Shy apologies and polite regrets F Slow dances that left no warning of Dm Outraged glances and indiscreet yawning F G C Good manners and bad breath get you nowhere C Am Even presidents have newspaper lovers F Fm Ministers go crawling under covers C Am She's no angel C F He's no saint C Am F They're all covered up with white washed grease paint (alt: white washed newsprint) G And you say... CHORUS: C F G Am The teacher never told you anything but white lies Bb C/Bb But you never see the lies F/A Fm/Ab And you believe Bb/Ab C/G Oh you know you have been captured F Am/E You feel so civilized D F C And you look so pretty in your new lace sleeves C The salty lips of the socialite sisters Am With their continental fingers that have F never seen working blisters Dm Oh I know they've got their problems F G I wish I was one of them C Am They say daddy's coming home soon F Fm With his sergeant stripes and his Empire mug and spoon C Am No more fast buck C F And when are they gonna learn their lesson C Am F G When are they gonna stop all of these victory processions And you say... (Chorus) C Bb look so pretty in your new lace sleeves outro riff: (?) e--------------- B--------------- G--------------- D--------------- A--3-3-3-3-2-3-- E---------------
Tabbed by: michael@magick.net (michael p mccullough) define: Bbdim = XX2323 INTRO: E D A F# E (alternate between E & E/D) Oh it's not easy to resist temptation Walking around looking like a figment of somebody else's imagination D Taking ev'ry word she says just like an open invitation A F#m But the power of persuasion is no match for anticipation CHORUS: E Bbdim A E Like a finger running down a seam E Bbdim A E From a whisper to a scream E D So I whisper and I scream A E D E D E But don't get me wrong D A B Please don't leave me waitin' too long Bm Waitin' too long F#m Waitin' too long F Waitin' too long E D E Hey D E D E Oh oh oh oh oh E D E (alternate between E & E/D) Oh if the customers like it then they'll keep on paying If they keep on drinking then they'll end up staying D I heard someone say where have we met before A F#m But the one over the eight seem less like one or more like four Chorus
From: michael@magick.net (michael p mccullough) A7 D A7 Please put your rings on a diff'rent finger if you meet me tonight 'Cause I can't stand those suspicious glances D 'Cause I know the things they're saying are right D7 G They're saying why don't you straighten up And see what you've got to lose C G Put it all down to fate but you still got the chance to choose G F C I don't want to hear your whole life story A D D7 Or about my strange resemblance to some old flame G F C All I want is one night of glory D G I don't even know your second name INSTRUMENTAL: A7 D A D D7 G D A7 D B7 E Please put your rings on a diff'rent finger B7 'cause we've got so much at stake I can't stand those suspicious glances E 'Cause they seem to cover ev'ry move I make E7 A E But if I can be alone with you completely tonight B Put your rings on a diff'rent finger A E F#m7 (XX2222) E Before I turn out the light
From: michael@magick.net (michael p mccullough) Comment: I am not sure how well this song works with solo guitar/singer combo. The version on the album w vocal and piano is great, though. If anybody figures out a better arrangement for guitar please let me know. I am more of a strummer than a picker, but I think a good guitarist could turn this into a great arrangement. thanks, m. define: D+ = XX4332 Ab = XX1114 Ebm = XX4342 G#dim = XX3434 INTRO: Dm Am Dm Am Am F C How does it feel now you've been undressed Dm C G C by a man with a mind like the gutter press E Am D G D So disappointed to find it's no big sin G D G G#dim Lying skin to skin CHORUS: little riff: e----------- B----------- G----------- D----------- A-0-----3--- E----0------ Dm Am Dm Am (lil' riff) Shot with his own gun Dm Am Dm Am (lil' riff) Now dad is keeping mum Dm Am C (end riff) Shot with his own gun e--0-0-0--1--- B--1-1-1--1--- G--1-1-1--1--- D---------0--- A------------- E------------- Ab F# Ebm F# D D+ Bb F Now somebody has to pay for the one who got away Am F C What's on his mind now is anyone's guess Dm C G C Losing his touch with each caress E Am D G Spending ev'ry evening looking so appealing D G He comes without warning D G G#dim Leaves without feeling (CHORUS) Ab F# Ebm F# D D+ Bb F On your marks, man, ready, set Let's get loaded and forget Am F C The little corporal got in the way Dm C G C And he got hit by an emotional ricochet E Am D G It's a bit more now than dressing up dolly D G D G G#dim Playing house seems so melancholy Chorus Ab F# Ebm F# D D+ Bb F Oh it's too sad to be true your blue murder's killing you INSTRUMANTAL INTERLUDE: (yeah, right, I can TAB that!?!) CHORUS
Transcribed by acampos@rain.org (Aaron Campos) E C#m A B Sheep to the slaughter oh I thought this must be love E C#m A B All your sons and daughters in a strangle hold with a kid glove G Em C D She's got eyes like saucers oh you think she's a dish G Em C B She is the blue chip that belongs to the big fish Chorus: Em G But it's easier to say "I love you," C B than "Yours sincerely" I suppose Em G C B C All little sisters like to try on big sister's clothes B C Big sister's clothes G Cm G The sport of kings, the old queen's heart C Em The prince in darkness stole some tart C Em And it's in the papers, it's in the charts C B It's in the stop press before it all starts. E C#m A B With a hammer on the slap and tickle under grisly garments E C#m A B With all the style and finesse of the purchase of armaments G Em Compassion went out of fashion C D That's all your concern meant G Em C B Sweat it out for thirty seconds on home improvements Chorus
From: "Arif Jamal Ansari"Hi, howdy. So, I've done my best - figgered out the chords to my fave bonus track on _Trust_. Lyrics are as close as I can guess. I've realized that this is a song Elvis himself is unlikely to have written- it's too much of a lament, there's not enough bitterness. Which makes it kind of nice break from more acidic tunes like "So Like Candy" (which, by the way, if anyone has the chords to, I would like a whole lot). C To all the girls who are waiting to Bb F escape in the morning C You want to leave me Bb F without even a warning E Am A trace or calling card F Am F Am C Sad about girls who know perfectly well F G Why he's so sad about this girl F G He's so mad about this girl C Bb A F G Tonight C So understanding, Bb F oh, she's so un-demanding C So in control, so on the whole, Bb F she's so good to you E Until she gets to you Am F Sad about girls in your poor little world Am That you unwrap and re-wrap F and know when she leaves Am C That the next girl you suffer, you put in your heart F G Unwrap love, before she can know you F G She's just got to show you the way that C you're gonna be sad--- C Sad about girls who are Bb F waiting to escape in the morning C Bb F Get up and leave without even a warning E Am F Nowhere is sad as the girls in the night Am F So ready to please you so ready to fight Am C Sad about girls who know perfectly well F G Why he's so sad about this girl F G He's so mad about this girl C Bb A F Tonight C Bb A F Sad about girls tonight
This tune is a real workout for guitar due to it being in the key of Bb, But the important thing is to keep it mucho molto... On the F augmented (F+) chords, hold for a half note, palm your pick and attack the triads in a quarter note fashion and stay on top of the beat until the chord change. I've been performing this song for about 7 years now, but if I have made an error, please forward all corrections to hamnrye@mindspring.com. Bb Ab When the only sound in the empty street is the Gb Fm Ebm Ab7 Db heavy tread of the heavy feet that be-long to a lonesome cop F F7 Bbm Cm7 I open shop F7 Bb7 Ab7 When the moon so long has been gazing down on the F#7 E7 A Ab Ab7 wayward ways of this wayward town that her smile becomes a smirk F F7 Bb I go to work Eb Bbm Love for sale Eb Bbm Appetizing young love for sale Eb Ab7 Love that's fresh and still unspoiled Db Ebm Love that's only slightly soiled Bbm F7+5 Bbm Love for sale Eb Bb Who will buy? Eb Bb Who would like to sample my supply? Eb Ab7 Who's prepared to pay the price Db Ebm For a trip to paradise? Bbm F7 Bbm Love for sale Ebm Ab7 Db Let the poets pipe of love In their childish way Ebm7 Ab7 Db Bbm7 I know every type of love better far than they Bb7 Ebm If you want the thrill of love I've been through the mill of love Gb Ebm Edim C7 Old love New love B7 Bdim Every love but True love Eb Bbm Love for sale Eb Bb Appetizing young love for sale Eb Ab7 Db Ebm If you want to but my wares Follow me and climb the stairs F+ Bbm Bbm7 Love for sale Bbm6 Eb7 Ebm7 F+ Edim Ebm6 Bb Love for sale